You know what's wrong with our waterfront? It's the love of a lousy buck. It's making the love of a buck, the cushy job, more important than the love of man. It's forgetting that every fellow down here's your brother in Christ.

Tell Papa I admire him but from now on I plan to admire him from as far away as I can get.

Conscience. That stuff can drive you nuts.

I don't like the country. The crickets make me nervous.

Silence is the sure sign that youre on your way out in Hollywood.

I’d like to be remembered as someone who used their ability as a novelist or as a dramatist to say the things he felt needed to be said about the society while being as entertaining as possible. Because if you don’t entertain, nobody’s listening.

Isn't everyone a part of everyone else?